THE SUN RİSES FOR ALL
(Për miqtë e mi anglishtfolës)
(To my english speaking friends )
Impatiently was I expecting a letter,
To soothe and calm my real soul,
Like a postman seemed the squirrel of matter,
On the journey to his quick role.
Each hour did I check the mail box,
Like a dark tunnel did it appear,
As no handwritting of your talks,
Ah, that letter would really cheer.
You moved away with another person,
To a luring nature with palms and sea,
No line of message, even to worsen,
For the sake of hearts which were the key.
You chose to live in a hot place,
And the heat of soul you did ignore,
For me it was a decision of no base,
Why did you cause me a second cold sore ?
And there comes a day when wounds are healed,
Time is cream for a new life,
Good memories are now sealed,
Apart being, but the sun is still at rife.
